Confidants: Mastering the Virgin #11

By Simone Leigh

Who Is She?

Charlotte ‘The Virgin’ Came To Her Master As A Stranger
An Unknown
A Mystery

But If Her Secrets Are Revealed, What Will Be The Consequences?

And Will There Be A Price?

A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Leigh
• Release date: Apr 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463574423

Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

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‘Mastering the Virgin’

Part Eleven

‘Confidants’

Table of Contents

Title Page

Confidants (Mastering the Virgin, #11)

Confidants | Michael

James

Richard

James

Richard

James

Richard

James

Richard

James

Michael

Richard

Michael

Richard

James

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Dedication

This Series,’ Mastering the Virgin’, is Dedicated to

Robin, Alice, Lorie and Debra

who named it.

And to Rob

who knew that Charlotte’s ‘Secret Name is

‘Jade-Eyes’ or ‘Jade’

And this Book is Dedicated to Cheryl,

who understands the importance of Confidants

Confidants

Michael

I sleep the sleep of the blessed. After the trauma of the last several weeks, the differences between James, Charlotte and myself are resolved and life is....

.... perfect....

I wake, eyelids heavy as I drift on the edge of sleep....

.... From a tumble of white sheets, a pair of jewelled green eyes emerge, framed by a riot of copper-red hair....

And she’s there, head resting on the pillow: emerald-eyed, dark-lashed, pale and beautiful, watching me as I wake. As I focus, and the pieces of the world drop into place, her lips curve.

Good morning. Charlotte’s voice is soft.

Good morning, I return.

Usually, her smile gallops straight to my groin, but this morning...

I edge closer to her, angling my mouth to reach. As our lips brush, her eyes close and her hand slips across my face and into my hair, caressing and kneading.

My cock’s listening in and gives an interested twitch....

Down Boy....

.... I want to enjoy this moment for what it is; drifting in this hazy, sensual never-never land, marooned somewhere on the shores between love and lust, the ecstatic and the erotic, the physical and the emotional.

Charlotte’s lips are warm and soft against mine and I press a little harder; just enough to deepen the contact. Slipping my tongue between, I trace the edge of her teeth, her mouth opening further to let me in.

Her breath is sweet, and with a touch of panic, I wonder if mine, direct from sleep, is all it should be....

.... Mouth-wash....

Mmm... ‘Scuse me. Back in a mo....

Her head tilts but the smile is still there, inviting me. Hurry back.

Ah....

.... So much for never-never land...

Returning from the bathroom, my erection enters the room before I do. Charlotte takes one look and bursts into giggles.

You’re not supposed to laugh, woman, I growl, sliding back between the sheets. I roll over her, pressing my shaft against her, then rein myself in.

Show a little thought, man....

Are you alright with this...? She frowns.... .... I haven't.... I mean, have you had time...? Are you ready for me?

She chuckles. It’s a low, throaty sound. I want you inside me. Why would I not be ready for you? Taking my hand, she guides it south, inviting me in, cupping her sex with my hand. Between her thighs, my palm is warm and wet, and she arches and stretches, her thighs parting further....

Please, she whispers. I want you. I want you inside me....

Oh, Babe....

I don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon. I can take my time....

.... Let’s play this out a little....

I stroke her: the pale inner skin of her thighs, her moist and swelling lips, and I circle in, spiralling towards her sweet pussy.

Her honey runs hot across my fingers and she whimpers, her hips trembling. Oh, God.... please Michael. Her voice is breathy and short.

Please.... what...? I’m teasing her. I know what she wants, but I’m in no hurry and I’m going to make her work for it....

.... Beg me for it....

Inside me, please. I want you inside me.

Gliding a single finger just within her entrance, I continue my circles. The finger slides over soft, hot flesh which quivers under my touch. The movement of her hips turns to a shudder then a gyration.

Charlotte inhales, head pressed back against the pillow. Lifting herself, her spine strains to a curve, her feet planted on the blankets as she tries to meet me.

Desire lies curled in my groin: the heat of her and the soft sounds she’s making, play havoc with my self-control. But right now, I want to touch her and hear her moan for me.

.... When I let you come, I want you screaming for me....

"Michael... please...."

There’s just that note of desperation in her voice that I’m looking for.

I want to fuck you....

.... but I want you to ache to have me fuck you....

Positioning myself above her I take my weight on my elbows, locking my arms behind her, anchoring her to me as my cock nuzzles at her entrance. The blood is rushing to my groin and my head, but still, I make her wait, kissing into her with my shaft, nudging her inner muscle, then pulling away, teasing and tempting her. With each movement, I promise to enter, to penetrate, to thrust, but each time, as her flesh spasms against mine, I withdraw.

I love the way you react to me....

.... for me...

I'm doing nothing with her that I've not done with so many other women, sex at its simplest. A man and a woman together, uniting. But with no-one else have I ever felt the way she makes me feel....

.... It's different with Charlotte....

And with Charlotte, it’s not just sex. It’s lovemaking....

Her lips peeling back, her teeth are gritted as I continue my gentle torment. Hissing through clenched jaws, she stares into space....

Beside us, James stirs. He barely moves from his sleeping position, on his back, but his eyes are open, staring up. And he's smiling, listening in. Eyes sliding sidelong to me, he moves only very slightly, raising a finger to his lips. Then carefully, he turns to lie on his side, facing the quivering Charlotte.

Her head swings back. Master, I thought you were asleep.

Charlotte, he says, covering a yawn, "if anything is going to wake me, it is the sound of you arousing.... And a fine way to wake it is too."

James as well? I murmur to her. Sighing, she nods.

No, it's alright, says James. I'm not awake properly yet. You two carry on. I'll enjoy watching you.

She pulls me to her. For God’s sake, Michael, are you going to get inside me or not?

How can I refuse?

As my Lady wishes.

My cockhead anchored against Charlotte’s fluid pussy, pressing slowly inwards, I take it as gradually as I can. Not thrusting, I just ease in, her flesh stretching around me. As I penetrate her, she inhales one, long, deep breath.

Fully sheathed inside her, my balls pressing against her flesh, still I make her wait. Pressed in deep, I revolve my hips, feeling her inner walls, first one way then the other.

Her hands around my shoulders, she whimpers. Oh, God... Please, Michael... Please....

In one smooth movement, I withdraw fully, then slam back into her, full length, driving deep. She squeals under me, her nails clawing in. Burying myself in her, I thrust in hard, as far as I can, pull out and then spear her once more, hammering home again and again. She wails as I fuck her hard, her arms thrashing, but I seize her wrists, pinning them to the pillow....

Charlotte’s wails turn to howls, then to shrieks, growing louder until as it happens, I almost miss her orgasm; one long satisfying scream as she writhes and judders. Rising up, her face meets mine, her scream going on and on, until running out of breath, she gasps and flops back against the bed....

.... where she lies panting, her eyes wild and glazed....

What planet are you on now, Babe?

I cease my thrusting, waiting for her return. And when I see my Charlotte again looking out at me from behind those glorious emerald eyes, once more I slowly thrust a time or two before I spill into her.

*****

James

When they’re done, Michael lies quietly for a moment, still on top of and inside her, then